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come listen to me play guitar

I’ve got a mullet

I can crack open bottles
with my teefers

that’s teeth

I can light a match
by striking the head
against my foot

I’ll play the same style
over and over

I’ll croon at my reflection
and ask
where all the good days went

I’ll dedicate songs to
Ryan Adams

when my fingers get too tired
I’ll pour Budweiser
on the creaking calluses
and say
let’s go again

why are you pouring
out my drink